She was losing herself. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the sink— feeling the ceramic break and give way in her hands. Kate could feel the bloodlust with every breath she took. Each inhale was agonizing with the metallic scent of blood. You. Your cut lip. It filled her nose like a drug. She could get high off it, senses blurring and restraint giving up as she stalked to the bathroom door, hand inches away from the knob.

“Stay away from me. You need to, for your own good.”